Sea

Why do I so fervently chase many lesser things?
Why is the sea so enticing today?
Its shallow pleasures make me believe something is there… worthwhile.
My head is spinning with my lack of control
And my dire illusion that somehow I can regain.
Then again I am convinced that I am in control of my direction
When in reality I am a pawn to the wind and tide,
Tossed by every snare forged against me.

The waves call to me.
Call me to drop my oar and surrender to its will.
My eyes are sore for the salty water.
Not from the sea but my tears.
I see my choice. Give in or continue my fruitless and futile struggle alone.
Wait.
Another choice has been granted.
Lord, take me from this ship.

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